Rachel stood beside the fireplace. Marcus waited near the window with two detectives. Three members of my board were on a video conference open on a laptop.

I picked up the remote and turned on the television.

The first clip showed my mother blocking the door. Then Elena pleading. Then Chloe taking her phone. Then Noah crying upstairs.

The last one caught my mother laying out the guardianship scheme and the trust.

“Turn that off,” she demanded.

I let it run.